The selection of dicks before is nothing if not overwhelming, and you feel a hint of warmth fill your cheeks as you browse. Wide varieties of strange shapes and sizes, every entry proudly displaying a powerful, erect, organ. A small part of you feels a bit jealous of some of them. Another, even stranger part is imagining what it would be like to become them. To feel yourself throb with need and lust, your whole form being enveloped by needy folds and milking you of seed... You shudder softly. Of course, you doubted that it could actually accomplish such a feat, but you find the thoughts appealing, worryingly so.
You end up looking through farm animals. Beasts of burden that might not be too wild. Still... Quite a number of them had rather passionate reputations, apparently. You browse with muted interest through some of the more usual suspects. One seems to call out to you however, though. Goats. Maybe not the first animal that'd come to mind, that's for sure. But there's something about them that really resonates. Your concentration drifts towards thoughts of bestial procreation, wondering what it would be like to hang from a billy's groin, finding yourself squeezed into a deep, cavernous cunt...
It doesn't take very much for you to approve of the selection. A few more warnings appear on the screen, but you pay them little heed, instead confirming your choice, and dismissing the notification that you'd never be anything more than an animal's penis. You sit there, still starting at the screen, the whole thing feeling less like a joke by now, and you aren't quite sure what to make of all of this.